Should I be a jackass or a gentleman? Such a hard decision...
The man's paws were weary. He was not built for speed, nor for endurance, though he did have quite a bit of stamina. He had been traveling alone for a while now and he was just plain tired, though he would never say that to another living soul. Weakness was for cowards. If you showed weakness, you were a target.
And becoming a target was never good. His father had drilled that into his skull, along with his sibling, Louie. They had made a vow to never let down their father. Their King.
And that's why he found himself here. In this place of new and old scents of passing wolves. He knew, in his gut, that his sister was here. That worthless piece of shit. He knew she was here. Hiding probably, like the coward she was. Like the abomination she was.
A dark chuckle escaped his maw. He couldn't wait to see her face, when her 'dear' brother showed up in town. There was just one little problem. He had no idea where she was.
But that could be easily fixed. He just had to play the role of the 'caring' brother, looking for his little sister, because he loved her 'oh so much.' He scoffed lightly at the thought. he knew, somewhere deep in his mind, that he probably did love her, but that part was small.
She was not really his blood sister, so it didn't matter. His paws continued on, moving automatically. Jak knew his large frame had dwindled slightly because of the months that he had been traveling as a loner, but he knew that that wouldn't be a problem in his search.
The large wolf took a deep sniff of the scents around him, and one thought was circling through his head.
Little sister, I hope your ready, because I've come to make your life hell.